"Raise your hands and put them where we can see them!"

Countless black holes of guns came in through the door, and under the protection of the soldiers, the officer held a silver-white revolver, and his eyes were connected in a line with the main eye, the door, and the crosshair, and his eyes were firmly locked on the head of the blonde bard.

He frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect you to dare to come back, I have to say, your courage is really big!"

"Me?" the handsome bard with smooth blonde hair raised his hands and tilted his head, "No, I never left here......

The officer raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Isn't it you who caused the riot in Warren Kenling?"

The Bard chuckled and shook his head, "Believe it or not, I really haven't left Gordon." ”

"I told you, don't move!" the officer shouted again.

The five fingers of his right hand moved slightly, and he regained his grip on the revolver, and the officer swallowed his saliva, pursed his lips into a straight line, and said, "Even if you are a legendary mage, it is useless!"

There was an uproar in the tavern, but the officer looked at the bard as if he hadn't heard the voices, "Now, this neighborhood has been shrouded in [Anti-Demon Field] - this time, you can't run away!"

Even in the face of these many weapons that had never been seen before, but which looked similar to muskets, the bard was still able to maintain a hippie smile, "Don't worry, I'm not a legendary mage......

Either you're crazy, or you're winning!

The officer licked his chapped lips, "Now, get off the chair and get on your knees!"

His heart was pounding with nervousness, even if this neighborhood had been shrouded in the [Anti-Demon Field], it was not completely safe.

'Legends' are a group of monsters, a group of monsters that are beyond mortals, beyond common sense, and cannot be judged by common sense.

The smile on the bard's face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but after his gaze swept over the muzzles of the black holes, he was silent for a moment, and chose to step down from his chair and slowly kneel.

"Move a distance of three feet to the left. The officer continued to give instructions to the bard.

He had to be cautious, even if the bard was already under the aim of a dozen 'rifles', but he wasn't sure if this guy knew how powerful the weapon was in their hands - now they weren't afraid that this guy knew what weapon they were using, but that he was more ignorant and didn't know what they were using!

The bard hesitated for a moment before he began to move slowly and to the left as instructed by the officer.

The muzzle of the gun moved as his body moved, always firmly locked on his body, and never a muzzle ever left his body.

The bard had goosebumps all over his body, and his teeth were straight.

"Handcuffs, leg irons. ”

Hearing the order from his superiors, two soldiers came out of the crowd, also holding a revolver in their hands, and walked vigilantly behind the bard, and then one of them reached out and took the handcuffs around the waist of the other, and with the cooperation of the other, the bard was handcuffed, and the shackles were concocted.

But after all this, they were not completely reassured, and the muzzles of the two revolvers pressed against the troubadour's temporal part, which only then did they hold his armpits and make him stand up.

After a cautious scrutiny, the officer bowed his head, "Get out!"

With a bitter smile on his face, the bard walked slowly out of the tavern door and into the street.

The muzzle of the gun moved, not intending to give the bard the slightest chance to escape.

Next, pedestrians walking on the street can see this scene - a group of soldiers gathered in a circle, tightly surrounding a man, who was handcuffed and shackled, and they aimed their iron rods at the man, and they did not leave the man.

Even at such times, the bard is still able to laugh, but there is a little more helplessness and depression in his smile.

"Look, sir, I'm like this now, don't let these muskets turn against me, okay?" the bard smiled, "I'm a little nervous." ”

The officer snorted, "I didn't see how nervous you were!"

They have been moving forward according to the planned route, and the [Anti-Demon Field] has been opened one after another, even if the guy standing in front of them now is not a 'legendary mage', but a dangerous person who has caused a 'disaster' in Warren Kenling and Gordon respectively.

Since this guy made trouble in Gordon, he has been jointly wanted by the major nobles, and the wanted notices printed overnight have been distributed throughout Moore.

The Warren Ken Leader's side made them sure that this guy was a very dangerous person, and he was able to use his extraordinary powers to influence the people of an entire town, and even affected the lord and his soldiers after that.

If it weren't for the miracle of the God of Justice, who sensed that something was wrong, I am afraid that the lord of Warren Ken would have been killed by a group of civilians.

After that, the God of Justice also mediated the conflict between the nobles and the commoners, otherwise the incarnation of the God of Justice would not have left the Warren Kenling.

Maybe that's why this damn guy is back in Gordon!

This was the most surprising thing to them, and instead of going anywhere else, this guy returned to Gordon.

If it hadn't been confirmed again and again after receiving the sighting information, they wouldn't even believe that this guy had really returned.

"Sir, think about it, if someone has imitated my face......" The bard was about to say something, but was quickly interrupted by the officer.

"Shut up!"

From the time of the mission, their superiors had told them that if they did catch the guy, then they should not listen to him no matter what he said.

At least for now, it was confirmed that the target they were trying to capture was a legendary mage who specialized in illusions, or else they wouldn't have caused a riot involving an entire town in Warrenken.

Even if he no longer has the power to cast magic, he is most likely a legendary mage who specializes in illusion, and must have a deep understanding of the human heart.

If they keep talking, there's a good chance they'll be deceived by this guy.

So in any case, don't talk to this guy, and if he does, then end the topic in the simplest sentences!

Then the bard was silent for a while, but after a while he smiled and asked, "By the way, where are you taking me?"

"Prison!" replied briefly.

"Prison, then you're going to lock me up......"

"Shut up!"

The officer once again rudely interrupted the bard's words, his mind echoing with the warnings given to him by his superiors.

Even if his palms were already sweaty, he didn't dare to let go of wiping them and concentrate his attention, so that he didn't have to worry about being affected by that guy's words.

The bard smacked his lips, then suddenly shook and stopped.

"What are you doing?" the officer shouted, "Get out!"

The bard put away his cynical expression and slowly turned to face the officer who was following him.

Looking at his panicked face, sweat slowly oozing from his forehead, the bard laughed again.

Seeing this smile, the officer's heart jumped and he hurriedly shouted: "Spread out, find cover and shoot freely!"

At the officer's command, the soldiers gasped nervously and scattered in all directions, but the muzzle of the gun still did not leave the bard's body.

"Do you know who I am?" said the bard, laughing happily, "how dare you do that to me, if it weren't for the sake of the plan, do you think I would really kneel down to you?

He stood there, raised his hands, and said, "I am a thousand, I am a thousand!"

"Fire !!"

The foreboding feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and the officer no longer wanted to wait, roared loudly, and pulled the trigger hard with the soldiers.

Flames pierced the sky, bullets pierced the atmosphere, and a dense barrage of bullets had formed in just three seconds, enveloping the bard's body.

"I'm—"

The corners of the bard's mouth suddenly cracked, and evil laughter spilled out of his throat.

"[Everything]!" ()

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